No pretty white dress she comes in jeans and a worn out shirt
No bleached hair with a small dog in a Gucci purse

City guys watching as she sways through the door
Her feet barely touched the floor

Her red boots
They’re made for dancin’
Her red boots
Like a bullet to my soul
When she moves
Gets hotter than a pistol when she shoots
Now all I ever think of is that woman
In her red temptation boots

She’s the kind of girl mama’ often warned me about
But she’s the kind of trouble it’s so hard to live without

Maybe this love thing makes me crazy makes me wild
But she left with a vision in my mind

Her red boots
They’re made for dancin’
Her red boots
Like a bullet to my soul
When she moves
Throws me like a lasso ‘round the moon
Now all I ever think of is that woman
In her red temptation boots

Her red boots
They’re made for dancin’
Her red boots
Like a bullet to my soul
When she moves
Gets hotter than a pistol when she shoots
Now all I ever think of is that woman
In her red remptation boots

Her red boots
They’re made for dancin’
Her red boots
Like a bullet to my soul
When she moves
Gets hotter than a pistol when she shoots
Now all I ever think of is that woman
Now all I ever think of is my woman
In her red remptation boots